Following the first day of our hike, The Outdoors set out to the lake about 100 yards from our campsite to fish. I went along - but having no fishing pole, sat down on a rock to watch. As I on the rock, I started looking around - and found a whole set of landscapes, merely by changing my position.
A sort of moss overgrowing a rock - if you look right at the darker section, you can see a gap:
Alpine meadow flowers:
Local growth, slowly overtaking the rock I am sitting on:
Looking out across the meadow:
The mountain across the lake:
All of this which I saw from just shifting my perspective from the same rock. How often, I wondered, do I miss these sorts of things in real life as I do not just take the time to look from different angles from the same position?
Bonus Photo: The contemplation of the scenery came with a lovely after event: fresh trout.
Except for the trout, this series has reminded me of a hike I took years and years ago. The scenery is priceless!
ReplyDeleteLeigh, it was stunning. So much beauty.
DeleteEating fish at water's edge always has a better taste I think. Though having all of the ingredients at hand often doesn't happen when camping out. A little pepper, some lemon juice (all via condiment packages for convenience) sprinkled on hot flaky flesh and you are good to go.
ReplyDeleteIt has literally been decades since I had fresh trout. Once upon a time, we would go to my grandparent's cabin in Montana and stay for two weeks at a time. Fresh trout every night.
DeleteThe lemon juice is a great suggestion! I will add it to our preparations.
So you were able to eat some fresh trout despite not having a pole. I once watch a man gill tickle a huge trout that he pulled up on land and proceeded to clean for his evening supper in the Wind River Mountains of Wyoming. I was so impressed.
ReplyDeleteEd, I am lucky in that I did not bring a pole (I do not even have a license here) but The Outdoorsman does. That said, it may be something I look into again. The trout were delicious.
DeleteThe Lord speaks in many ways.
ReplyDeleteAnd provided a wonderful meal, too!
Thank you, TB.
You all be safe and God bless.
Indeed Linda. And a pretty good meal at that!
DeleteYou're making me jealous. And you didn't even invite me!!
ReplyDeleteJohn, I am making myself jealous, especially in that I have to return to "the real world" tomorrow.
DeleteAwkwardly, I am terrible at invitations...
Grandma was especially fond of fresh trout, 6-8" long or so- gut them, dust them with flour and cornmeal, and fry light brown , flipping them once in the skillet. Crispy skin, and the bones all pull out at once.
ReplyDeleteYum.
Raven, this is how we fried them as well growing up. It always takes me back to my childhood.
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